You think you’re about to explode?
Well, NEWS FLASH, I imploded long ago. What the fuck am I doing? Where am I going? Why the fuck can’t I move on from something that never even fucking happened? But that’s my life isn’t it? I walk around being overconfident trying to compensate for failing at life. I want thug to believe I’m okay and put together, when really, I imploded long ago. Destroying everything I worked so hard for? Fuck you. I want out.